#altmer are YELLOW

[leemarkies]

every time a skyrim modder gives a dunmer npc pale skin, normal eyes, and a smooth rounded face an angel dies

[ritmund-jpg]

• graphic stuff from small sketchbook •

[dirty-bosmer]

Arquen, murder wife who can do no wrong bc why be an assassin if you can't be sexy about it?

[ridreamir]

Nebarra isekai AU where he comes to our world and someone asks him if his ears are real (if he's not wearing a full suit of armor) and he's like ??? Have you idiots really never seen a mer before?? Otherwise yes everyone thinks it's like method acting and cosplay. "Why?? Are yours not? That explains why I feel as though I'm talking to a stone wall." (In response to being asked if his ears are real.) Also him being angry that these people are not worshipping at your feet because even though he hates the humans who consider you the reincarnation of their god the level of disrespect these people show to you (because you're a nobody to them) is truly astounding. Him preaching at people like "Hellooooo, your mortal savior in the flesh walks amongst you, shouldn't you be prostrating yourselves before us at this very second? Worshipping the very ground they walk on? No? Is everyone in this gods-forsaken land stupid???" Your coworkers/classmates/whoever thinking you paid an actor to do this and it's all very embarrassing and quite frankly very weird. I can just imagine him driving his sword into pure concrete like "what's happening are these people holding you captive" and people suddenly being very scared now that he's revealed it's not a prop... And remember he's only still alive because *you* saved him but in our modern day we don't do the whole life debt thing. So you have an 'alien' sworn knight sort of situation going on and all the sudden magic is real and all sorts of mindbreaking nonsense is happening. Even better if you're in the middle of going about your day and he steps though a very real portal and you're just like ?!?!?!?! Turns out the events of the Elderscrolls did happen in a past life and time isn't linear and what not and this is technically before AND after the events that happened in Skyrim and all sorts of kalpa dragon mumbo jumbo but basically this is what you were before you were the Dragonborn and it all makes sense now why you had no sense of who you were before Helgen. (Maybe you did and you just couldn't talk about your life in this shit world.) I might have to write a part two about technology and society and all that through the eyes of Nebarra :3

[falmerbrook]

Regarding ayleid specifically, their skin is darker than that of altmers and their eyes are more consistently lighter, almost always with blue tint. Yeah, they still look like a generic elf, but their appearance is clearly separated from that of altmers

(slapping the other ask on this one since they're related)

Yeah I like that there's something visually different about the Ayleid's from the Altmer/Aldmer (and by eso design standards, skin tone is about as far as they can significantly go). It's mostly based on how Dynar looks, but I also like to imagine they are more square and boxy-er looking than the Aldmer/Altmer (less like your stereotypically tall and graceful fantasy elves) to set them apart.

And I agree I like the yellow Dunmer lol. I mentioned it briefly when I did the ear headcanon thing, but I pretty much picture Chimer as a mix of Dunmer and Altmer characteristics, so it works for me!

Speaking of, when I did the ear headcanon thing I also did this skin tone thing for my own reference as a sort of mapping of general trends. Might as well post them while we're here

[loremaster-lavellan]

Huevember Color 3 - Yellow

Telirionamion Charmathius (Daisy) - The Elder Scrolls

It was a bad choice, learning necromancy, to everyone else. But giving in to fear of death, of dying, has more dire, more harmful consequences than permitting oneself a single, questionable choice at the start. And besides, in a place as saturated with magic as Summerset, who would notice?

Daisy studied death, and in doing so allayed his fear of dying and avoided the choices he might have made had he let it run rampant. He did it in secret, in the basement, and bound to a strict set of rules and moral guidelines. No harm would come to the living; in fact, it would save a life - his son's.

[kinghlaaluhelseth]

i kept meaning to post my ideas on natavi's new backstory on here

-he is an orphan, his mother was an ashlander wise woman of the erabenimsum tribe, and a descendant of alandro sul, his father was an altmer scholar studying their culture who fell in love with her

-his altmer relatives disapprove of the relationship because of their heavy prejudice

-when they find out he had a child with an ashlander, it sets them off. they have both of natavi's parents assassinated, he's sent to an orphanage as an infant.

-eventually runs off as a teenager, is taken in by an argonian mage of house telvanni who also had his own daughter, natavi sees them both as his family and is very close to them

-im still keeping his poison immunity but from a different cause, he basically practiced mithridatism to see if he could pull it off and be like his dad and sister who are immune to poison as argonians. pretty much only the most vile of poisons can have any sort of effect on him. magical poison does nothing. this makes it ironic when his grandson is born under the sign of the serpent and becomes a skilled poisoner.

-when natavi is imprisoned it's from directly defying imperial lawmen. the emperor knows what he is and his destiny from his Old Bitch Visions and decides to be an asshole and muscle this half ashlander guy into cooperating with the empire to try and make the nerevarine prophecies benefit the empire. he didn't consider the fact that natavi would kill all of the blades agents he's found after caius was of no use to him. and that he'd become archmagister of house telvanni.

-massive fucking whiplash finding out his true heritage and daedric nature. oh so that's why he sometimes gets visions of the future. fuck.

-he is not literally nerevar incarnate, he's simply taking up his mantle of godkiller, he is able to wear moon-and-star through his bloodline. exacting revenge on dagoth ur and the tribunal is his birthright.

-this dude can fit so much magic in him

[twilit-creature]

I genuinely don't understand why so many people give Near River blue eyes? The one and a half Chimer we see have yellow eyes. (Vivec has in eso two red eyes and in Morrowind two yellow(ish) eyes, so I think that changes depending on what they feel like that day.)

So why so so many depictions of Nerevar give him blue eyes?

And where does the white hair come from?

Is that in one of the books or did these traits get popular just because?

[biinarysttars]

Okay I'm doing an experiment-- I also posted the black and white version of this piece (which I like better), but here's a version where I slapped a gradient map on top rq. Will the coloured version do better than the bw version?? Let's see :)

[littlegalerion]

Working on making a "Trechire's Sons" household on the Sims 4.

So far only have Fenn, Sunny, and Rinyu.

For those who don't know Sims 4, vampires and werewolves have their "normal" form and then their "dark" or "true" form.

Starting from oldest and youngest:

@sheirukitriesfandom this is your sign to make your dunmer boys in the Sims 4. The base game is free now on all platforms and there is a gray skin color to use which works great for dunmer. Let your vampire have his romantic silly sims playthrough with Savos.

[enlichened]

does anyone know where ppl are getting refs/appearance description for nerevar GNSDLHSD

[ritmund-jpg]

clearly his meme

[babyblueetbaemonster]

有人提到臺灣嗎??? ᕕ(ᐛ)ᕗ

Taiwan mentioned let's gooooooo!!!!

This is our Doofenshmirtz Evil Crystal Tower (a.k.a. evil White-Gold Tower bc it's black and blue)

Casting evil Altmer spells at you lots

Oh no it's exploding! Devastated!

Haha just kidding. I don't believe Summerset Isles would be Taiwan XD

I'm pretty sure we were just entering metal age during Europe's medieval era. Other countries starting to occupy our land after the Age of Discovery. After that Chinese moved in with their cool 5000 years old culture around 1600 A.D.. We were also occupied by Japan before WWII but that's neither here nor there.

But yeah, overall we're too new to participate in medieval fantasy.

Or are we talking about If the Summerset Isles were a real and modern day country? If so I'm also not sure why we're up there either XD

I don't have Summerset dlc in eso. I've only visit Auridon, but the architecture there looks so Europe. We don't have white stone walls and pointed towers. We have some red bricks house and apartments, yeah... They have a Queen! That's very Europe, too. Even before we have presidents, we don't do royalty well either. We only had sad government guys who's only here bc he got exiled from China. The emperor at that time didn't care about this land. And where are the fruits?! We're great at fruits! We hybrid the original green mango with apple and invented classic red mango 🥭(愛文芒果). We also hybrid it with banana and make a mango three times bigger than average (金煌芒果)!

And we can grow avocado, too! They're huge and delicious!!! (I only include this bc I love avocado)

But, um. Taiwanese seems to be the tallest among our fellow Asians (according to my mom who read it somewhere), as Altmer to other mers. And Phaer kinda make me feel close to (only a little) because they have flooded terraced fields of saltrice. We have that kind of rice fields, too, ㄇㄉㄈㄎ(mthrfckr). We have too many mountains in our tiny island. We ran out of space really quick. I look into UESP, and the lore page said "The oldest, and most isolated, of all ruins there are made of coral, which must have been carried many, many, miles away from the sea." We have coral, too, and our land raised from the sea as well. (wait... i just re-read it. only the coral moved away from the sea and not the land? ah! my reading comprehension! i thought the ruin- well, taiwan have sea creature fossil on some mountain. now you know that)

Seriously though, why is Taiwan in the options? And to the 25 people voted before me, why are you guys voting Taiwan? Is there something obviously I'm not aware of? Did the Altmer invented bubble tea when I'm not looking? Is the Altmer famous of being Reddit user?

What is the first thing you think of when talk about Taiwan? What is the similarity between Summerset Isles and Taiwan? I'm so curious :D

[throughtrialbyfire]

𝐖𝐈𝐏 𝐖𝐞𝐝𝐧𝐞𝐬𝐝𝐚𝐲 ♥

it's wednesday again!!!! i woke up weirdly early today lmao, and i've been editing all day.

tagged by the lovely @thequeenofthewinter ! <3

tagging the fantastic @skyrim-forever @umbracirrus @archangelsunited @saltymaplesyrup @orfeoarte

@oblivions-dawn @vivifriend @kookaburra1701 @changelingsandothernonsense @dirty-bosmer and anyone else who wishes to join in this week!! <3

this week, i bring a long (1.6k word) section of Chapter 42 of Cycle of the Serpent. the trio are on their way to Wolfskull Cave, and who knows what they'll find there… fun fact, this chapter (as of rough edits, not completed) is 11.5k words, my longest for the fic yet.

Clouds bowed over the distant horizon. The Sea of Ghosts had the peculiar honor of being a divide between Haafingar and Morthal, swamp and rocky shores, the flow of the saltwater carried into an estuary and the Karth River not too far from the Dragon Bridge lumber mill. Athenath thought of his father. He'd been a lumber worker when their mother had met him, and continued the line of work even when it took him away from the city of Anvil proper for days on end. He would come home, and sleep, and work, the post-Great War economy a wobbling, flightless thing, especially for the family of Mer. The map laid out the names of towns in dark ink, marked with the routes the trio had traced, spindly along the pre-illustrated paths. The road, which the trio had become familiar with and moreso by every trip out of the city, bore them west. The sun straggled through the mountains that crowded up one side of the way, laced through the limbs of the trees which bit down on a thick wind off the beach. Athenath pulled their knapsack tighter as his curls whipped at his cheek, scrunching their face as more tickled the back of his neck. The armor's stitching, courtesy of Emeros, held up well, and kept them warm. The leather held off the sun's burn and cold breeze, but in the summer-end heat, did its job a little too well in staving off the chill of the wind. Autumn was near its beginnings, however, and they could glean the slightest gold on the edges of the leaves. Hearthfire was near its end, as was the summer. Soon, the green grasses would grow brittle and flax-yellow, and the trees would be bare, aside from the evergreens and conifers that pinned the horizon together. Soon, maybe, this would all be over.

The inside-of-outside-of sensation which made the potent mixture of his distrust and revulsion had only grown in strength since the day before, as if it was coming to a grand crescendo. It snuck up on the Altmer, a spider on the shoulder or a whisper in the dark. He looked to Emeros and it coiled like an adder. He looked to Wyndrelis and it growled in warning like a dog. He looked to the sky and thought of the things the others had done to keep them alive, what they'd all done to keep one another alive, and it grew until it choked on its own ends, and suffocated under the weight of the reminders. The nights together in laughter or in silence, however few there were, still burnt brighter than what unseen hands tried to extinguish them. The cave was not far from the town of Dragon Bridge, past the farm where the chickens' clucking took up the air, along with the slightly sour, earthy-wet stench of livestock. The odor hung as the trio passed by, waving to the woman working to harvest what her garden had given her before it all went to ruin. The passing look of the idyllic spot before the sea, close to a town but just out of the way, brought back a gnawing of want for Riverwood. It was the first scant amount of peace that Athenath had experienced in this land, and the tall pines and looming mountains were a longing he couldn't put out of mind. Sure, there had been battle in the barrow and a hunt for a strange wolf and the skinning of it which left them nauseated and pale, but it was, in the hue of nostalgia, a fond memory. The time before the trek to Whiterun and the battle at the watchtower, the time before the Dragonborn. He did not want to know what it meant to carry that title. It wasn't theirs to take, they thought as they continued their leisurely pace in the middle of the other two, Emeros at the back, as though keeping watch for some invisible force, the Altmer's nerves on edge at the sight. Wyndrelis stepped in a slow stride, having spent early morning examining soul gems, most empty. He'd said something to himself about needing an enchantment table, and had scrutinized his mace while saying so, but all else had been nothing to the Altmer, who knew only the barest amount about magic. It was all around them, and for a high elf, knowing little magic was a shame, their ability with it ceasing at the fickle flame that they sometimes had luck in making with their fingers. But he'd had their excuses - raised in the Imperial province, in the time just after a war with elves, magic was a distrustful beast which skulked all around the air and deep into the earth. In the wake of such a war, Wyndrelis had not been daunted. He'd reached into the fabric of the world around them, took hold of the magic, and knit it into himself to make it his own.

And so had the wizards, stalking shadows of a cave hidden from the city and towns and farms, out of the way of all, and taking down ten men in one blow. Athenath swallowed dryly. The image of the cart full of stinking bodies wouldn't leave them, no matter how many times they scrubbed at their eyes with his curled fists and summoned spots to their vision. It was a mark in their mind like a long, broken scar. It took the story of the cave from tale to tangible. It made it real. And Athenath had, somewhere deep down, hoped it was merely myth. "We'll be heading up Mount Kilkreath," Emeros announced from his position at the rear, map clutched in his gauntlet-clad fingers. His gear made thin noises, cloth wrapping around the bottles inside his knapsack. Without his old experiments, he'd made more place for useful potions, and had been quick to purchase ingredients for healing and disease-cures, apparently spending the prior day after Athenath had stormed off in Angeline's Aromatics and working at the alchemy station and asking questions about the flora of Haafingar, where to find certain things, what she recommended for potency in the region, putting the hurried mixtures together. They would not be nearly as effective without time. Emeros had lamented the fact that morning while tucking them into his bag, sharpening his words until the warning was clear: that he would not be of much use if the other two became injured.

"That's not too far," Athenath remarked with a shrug and a small, apprehensive pause, "so Wolfskull Cave is close, then?" "It's practically across the road, we must have missed it by a mile or two the last time we were in the area." Wyndrelis grunted a small noise, as though this were his reply. As though he, too, were not at peace with the arrangement. They could have waited, or not gone to the cave at all. Captain Aldis was the authority in matters like this, but he was going to wait a whole two days to gather the people for the job. This was two days that none of the trio thought the city had. There was an electric quality to the air, like that shiver down the neck before a fearful wailing, that held the clouds at bay and kicked the roots up that grounded the trio's patience. The stench of rotten fruit and musty, humid chambers, the ache of the sleepless nights and the hum of a mood that wasn't theirs. The choice had fallen to the wayside long ago. "So, when we get there, what do we even do?" Athenath's question stuck in the air like a pin in a gown, the other two pausing, strides coming to a slow stop. The trio looked between one another, haggard eyes meeting haggard eyes. Emeros tightened a hand on the strap of his quiver slung over his waist, his bow in firm place on his back. "I'll take anything that's at a distance. I would recommend, however, we keep our heads down. We're merely here to investigate. Should we not see the need for combat, then we shouldn't make it necessary." Wyndrelis curled his lip. "Corpulus said something of wizards, correct?" A beat passed. A nod from the other two. "I don't expect this to be peaceful. I'll try to ward off spells, but you two will have to do the fighting, in that case." The warmth of Dawnbreaker collected in Athenath's awareness. The sword would serve them well if they went up against the undead, but weren't swords only as good as the swordsman? Their palms went clammy at the thought. They were not exactly a skilled swordsman, or fighter of any capacity. They preferred to hide in the shadows and dodge the light, to keep their footsteps quiet and to leave no trace of himself, not to fight up against anyone or anything.

Athenath tied their hair back with the scarlet ribbon in their pocket. He tightened it a handful of times to make sure it would hold, and drew in a long, tense breath. Their hair always had a habit of getting in his face at the wrong time. They wouldn't risk their own body betraying him in a moment of needed focus. "It's just up the way," Emeros looked to the figure of Meridia, the statue which grew closer with each step, "let's mind our surroundings and try to be quiet from this point onwards." The other two didn't reply, as though the idea had been taken to heart in the fullest extremes.

[liches-covered-in-lich]

I should be posting art on tumblr eh?

Well! I’ve just had to draw one of my ocs in a ball gown becayse I-She deserves it. Good thing altmer are yellow, makes it perfect for bright color schemes <3

You’re welcome, lesbians

Shout out to @mellowscrolls for helping with the initial dress design!

Like my work? Check out my kofi!

[tes-trash-blog]

Hi, I was wondering for a while and decided to ask the expert: How do you think Auri-El worship and understanding of him differed between Altmer, Falmer and Ayleids? What little surviving imagery of Falmer's version of him doesn't seem to have any bird imagery unlike the other two races, instead depicting him as a full elf, so I'm wondering what your take on it is.

Excellent question anon! So excellent I spent a few days mulling it over, looking through notes, and even made a few headcanons along the way. The main points are in bold:

The only Falmeric depictions of Auri-El in the canon are in Skyrim and, to an extent, ESO. The Skyrim depiction is the Elven statue with the vaguely dragonbone-looking robes, whereas the Font of Auri-El has this lovely codex:

[I/D: A yellowed piece of paper headlined with "Ugron gro-Thumog", an Antiquarian in Solitude, reads: "Auri-El, by the looks of it. Seems a little abstract, honestly. Elves make a point of including Elven likenesses in their shrines to reinforce their familiar connections to the Divines. This probably rested near a statue of the Chief Divine himself."]

The font in ESO is a giant wayshrine-like structure with the symbol of Auri-El, a sun with eight curved flares, glowing gently in the center. This symbol is also seen in Skyrim, atop the wayshrines along the Chantry.

Notably, there are no statues of Auri-El, Elvish or otherwise, near these wayshrines in the Chantry. Which is the place made specifically for Auri-El worship. It's entirely possible that the sun was the default, with animal aspects taking on a more specific or diplomatic connotation; I can see the Falmer using the Eagle or even the Dragon to explain their faith to Atmorans.

My headcanon is that Elvish depictions of the Divines were based on the current Prince of that Divine. The Elf you see in the Chantry is, in my interpretation, a depiction of the Snow Prince who reigned when the Chantry was being built. Given that he's bald, it's possible that he was newly anointed as Prince.

Building on the previous bullet point, one of my longest held headcanons about the Falmer is that they were the most spiritual of the Elvish races, which is reflected in their iconography. Instead of conflating their visage with actual gods, they opted for abstractions and symbols as the gods simply do not take a mortal form. A mortal form is made from material, and that means material wants and material burdens; they shed all that! That's how they ascended in the first place!

Some exceptions exist. The Demigod Mara sacrificed her divinity to remain on Nirn, and so she was often depicted as either a mortal or a wolf.

This... differs quite a bit from the Altermic and Ayeild depictions of Auri-El, with the Altmer leaning heavily towards "Elven DILF" and the Ayleids using both Elven and animal aspects, sometimes at the same time.

The Ayeildoon statue of Auri-El is at Garlas Malatar, which is notably where Meridian champion Umaril the Unfeathered made his lair. I may or may not have extensive headcanons on the implications.

The Auri-El statue in the Forgotten Vale and the one in Alinor's Temple of the Divines look eerily alike. I am chalking this up to asset recycling.